Chapter 469: The evil god is at hand, and the death blade strikes
"My name is Wu Xiao."
The man stood calmly in front of the evil god's body that would make him dizzy just by looking at it.
He didn't know when he brought his glasses back. Even though the leaves on his shoulders were taking root, sprouting, blooming and bearing fruits, he just used his other good hand to push up his glasses, just like he did in those ordinary days before. Things remain the same, nothing changes.
However, the bodies of evil gods are the real deep blue class, and they are the descendants of gods in the human world.
To the gods, there is no difference between crimson humans and ordinary humans, and there is no difference between the marshal and the untouchables waiting to die in the ruins.
The strange body glanced at it casually, and just sneered: "Wan Mu, is your wood already rotten? Not even a human can solve it quickly."
Wan Mu frowned slightly. He didn't care what Wu Xiao would do or what he was going to do. In fact, he wouldn't mind the other party's offense - there would really be higher-level beings that flourished because of the ants' claws and claws. Angry?
The answer is of course no, but if there are people of the same class around you, if you are teased because of the ant's claws and teeth, your mood will be a little bit worse.
Wan Mu snorted coldly. He still didn't look at Wu Xiao, but said calmly: "Nieqi, if you can control your mouth, maybe you can live a better life over the years."
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Nie Qi laughed loudly: "If I can't laugh happily and create disasters, I might as well die. Hahaha, you guys who try to become righteous gods are like this. You are always hypocritical, unlike me, I He is the evil god, he is free to do anything.”
I sarcastically said: "It's okay to lie to us, don't lie to yourself too."
"What, you want to have a fight with me now?" Nie Qi laughed.
Gao Zun was on the sidelines again: "You really don't want to fight? I'm willing to give half of my [top] share as the lottery."
Wan Mu had a headache: "After this is over, you can find a place by yourself, don't affect my plan."
As he said that, he waved his hand casually and never looked at Wu Xiao again.
The spot on Wu Xiao's shoulder where the blade hit him began to squirm, and dark green vines spread out at a terrifying speed, heading directly towards Wu Xiao's mouth, nose, and chest. In just this moment, Wu Xiao's face changed. It became shriveled and shriveled, as if a lot of energy had been sucked out of it all at once.
However, he just frowned and used his good hand to tear out the vines at his shoulders.
Together with half of his shoulders and arms, they were pulled out.
"My name is Wu Xiao..." He whispered again, with a distressed look on his face.
The Marshal let out a long sigh.
"Wanmu...myself...Nieqi...Gao Zun..." Wu Xiao read the names of these evil gods word by word.
Then, he showed a calm and expectant smile.
"That's enough..."
Wu Xiao lowered his head and looked at the scarred secretary.
"Remember it?" he asked worriedly.
The clerk kept nodding.
Wu Xiao smiled with satisfaction, motioned for the other party to retreat to the periphery, and then warned: "You can go to Sean to read and write it afterward. After all, he is an evil god, and even the video will cause pollution, and ordinary people cannot be exposed to it. If there is a disaster, Sean will definitely have a way to deal with it.”
"Okay, okay... Mr. Yuan, Marshal..." The secretary hesitated to speak.
Wu Xiao waved his hand, signaling him to go further, and then turned to look at the imperial soldiers beside him.
This is his trusted force, and it is also the one with the strongest combat effectiveness among the remaining units of the Imperial Army.
"Did you bring it?" Wu Xiao said softly.
The adjutant, whose face was almost torn off, was probably grinning ferociously as he pointed to the building beneath him. Wu Xiao nodded with satisfaction, and his voice became louder, loud enough to be heard by the evil god's body who was gradually moving away, and loud enough to be heard by the dense crowd in the building.
"My name is Wu Xiao, and I am currently serving as the Grand Marshal of the Empire -" He paused, showing a proud look, "I have protected the Empire for fifteen years, and I have never been defeated before today."
The trembling people in the building raised their heads, not knowing what was happening, and beside them there were many believers in robes who had been knocked unconscious.
Wu Xiao adjusted his clothes, but the blood from the wound on his left side was bleeding too fast, and he was a little unsteady.
"You were supposed to be captured by these believers as sacrifices. I asked my people to secretly rescue you."
People in the building showed expressions of gratitude, and some even fell to their knees.
Wu Xiao nodded: "As sacrifices, you should be of greater use. Sometimes, many people do have to die to achieve something - in this case, you might as well die in my hands."
People were stunned.
The death blade awakened from the pile of dead people appeared in Wu Xiao's intact hand in a special posture, and then, the dense eyes opened from the blade.
At this moment, even the four bodies of evil gods who were not paying attention stopped and turned their heads.
The eyes in the sky that were looking at this place all shifted their gazes.
Wu Xiao was really laughing heartily this time.
"Hahahahaha..."
"Today, more than 125,000 people in the imperial capital and believers were sacrificed to Wu Xiao's death blade - this was the act of Wu Xiao alone, not for the empire, but for Wu Xiao."
Death Blade's eyes widened, and the densely packed crowd in the building fell to the ground before they even reacted, like wheat blown down by the wind.
Countless gray-black threads were wrapped around the death blade.
Wu Xiao turned his head and looked at the group of his confidants.
"To receive the sacrifices, this is to sharpen the edge——"
The Imperial soldiers closed their eyes and opened their hands.
Wu Xiao's smile became even brighter: "Only when you gather your will to die can you draw the sword. Please leave your names, brothers."
"Wu Xiao's adjutant, Lavin!" The adjutant who lost half of his face was laughing.
"Wang Yuanhang, captain of the second team under Wu Xiao——" the dark man grinned and held up a lot of blood-stained nameplates, "and everyone in the second team."
"The deputy captain of the third team under Wu Xiao, An Xiaobo -" The man who was only breathing was holding a broken leg, "The captain couldn't come, only the leg was found, Kirk!"
"Wu Xiao's third team member, Bob!"
"Wu Xiao's three teams..."
"Wu Xiao's four teams..."
"Under Wu Xiao's command..."
Everyone is shouting their name, and every time the sound falls, a golden thread floats out of their mouths. When the body falls weakly to the ground, and when the corpse still has a smile on its face, the golden thread will penetrate into the hilt of the death blade.
The death blade has been opened, and the blade is within reach.
(End of chapter)